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Just warming up

If everything goes well, November is when I'll be up and running once again in the wonderful world of blogosphere. People will have continued insights into my thoughtcrimes, get to read longer articles and even chide me for taking Satan's side ;) !

One of the problems that stops me from taking the plunge immediately is the complete loss of solitude. My home resembles a cheap circus every weekend and the paralyzing buzz ends only when Monday arrives. Strangers from nowhere lodge into every available nook-and-corner and my personal space becomes as fictitious as the Unicorn. Had it not been for the negative vibes I give out, I would have long lost the rights to my room.

The weekly shock treatment is always a shock no matter how much I try to adjust to my diminished role in our once tranquil home. Strangers freely invade my relatively private room to change...preluded by a strip. So 'stripping strangers' has now become a weekly show that I'm forced to watch! I'm not enjoying it much.

I hope you can understand why I can't go full blast in describing my plight.
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